Butt Prints in the Sand

I came across these lines, a revision of the old "Footprints" poem, while cleaning out some old files. I don't know who wrote it, but I think I like it even better than the original.

One night I had a wondrous dream,
One set of footprints there was seen,
The footprints of my precious Lord,
But mine were not along the shore.

But then some stranger prints appeared,
And I asked the Lord, "What have we here?"
Those prints are large and round and neat.
"But Lord, they are too big for feet."

"My child," He said in somber tones,
"For miles I carried you alone.
I challenged you to walk in faith,
But you refused and made me wait."

"You disobeyed, you would not grow,
The walk of faith, you would not know,
So I got tired, I got fed up.
And there I dropped you on your butt."

"Because in life, there comes a time,
When one must fight, and one must climb,
When one must rise and take a stand,
Or leave their butt prints in the sand."


Anonymous said…
Hi Pastor Drew!

My name is Amanda Fisher, Dave Floyd is my father. I have written a blog about my wonderful home church of SBC and I was wondering if you had any pictures of the church and the sanctuary. I'd like to post them on my blog, but couldn't find any on the church website or through google. Do you happen to have a few jpegs you could email me? Sorry to bother you.
Amanda Fisher


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